And Then There Was Sound
Please do not be startled,
I sense your presence in this moon light night.
I no not where you came from, or where you will go next.
No-
Don't leave me, please
Your presence fills me with peace and comfort
But also wonder and hair-raising nervousness.
I can hear the passion in your words.
The blood, sweat, and tears is apparent.
Truely appreciated by few who understand
The melody you carry with you.
I can taste the sorrow you emit. I can bathe in your warmth
Like a fire, you warm my toes and give me hope again.
Like black berries roasting in the sun by the ocean.
And suddenly
You leave me.
And I spend another night waiting anxiously for your return.
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